Michael Joseph Jackson... Even though I am here in Morocco having the experience of my life, I will never forget how his death framed my trip. He passed the day before I left and I was still in shock as I made my departure from my home to another. I pocketed the thought until today as I viewed the Memorial. At first, I was unable to view it in a continuous stream as the connection in dorm room was bad. I then was able to get the video working through MTV and my solace began. I was twittering throughout the memorial and the array of people's comments was so interesting. For the most part, it was obvious that this was the time where it really hit people that he was really gone, absent from us in the world. I also saw the anguish and negativity in some people's comments...the ones that rang to the tune of bashing those who wanted to now celebrate the man, his music and legacy. What I feel they didn't seem to understand is that death does that to people. It makes you reflect and think about what they meant to you in this life. If it doesn't, then I'm not sure how human you are. Let it be a time to end on positivity rather than the negativity you emitted throughout their life. As I'm sitting here, bed-ridden because gastrointestinal issues (sorry to be graphic), all I could reflect upon was the love in my life. Brooke and the others who knew him well remarked about jut how large his heart was. I have had several experiences, the most poignant being Terrence's death, that have made me realize that there's nothing more that I want in life than to give the love that God has given me. From what I saw, Michael did just that. No one is perfect...God makes us realize that everyday. But we can strive to at least hold that piece of God's perfection that is so tangible to us. Love hard...care deeply...and God will be pleased. That's it in this life.
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